Timeline: Ten years had passed since the Harmon's death. The house was still "on sale" but got zero more owners, rumors came out and people were afraid.
Prologue:
The fallen leaves laid on the ground in the garden grass that had grew up since someone last took care of it. The house looked alone, empty, strange if alone was the perfect word to describe how the house would never be, all the souls that lived in there and could not leave.
I sat down on the stairs and touched the wood with my index finger, a layer of dust covered it as my finger danced there, "Taint" I wrote mindlessly, I missed him, I couldn't get him out of my mind, I felt the worst all those years, and even worst cause it wasn't right to feel like that, because Tate had done so much damage not only in my life but in a lot of people's lives. And that was eating me inside. I ran upstairs and entered to the bathroom; there it was a sharp, bright razor, the same that I always used. Hold it in my right hand, pulled up my sleeve, and drag it with strength, the pain came and so the red blood, I repeated the process on my right hand and I got in the bathtub, feeling how the blood ran through my hands, I slowly closed my eyes as I felt myself letting go.
The cuts were gone a couple minutes after, I felt frustrated, I came out of the bathroom and Moira was staring at me.
"Now that you have finished you may as well clean up your mess."
She was always so bitchy about cleaning the house, if we were ghosts why should we be still worried about the living stuff?, Death was so disappointing, at least for me.
"I don't feel like cleaning"
"Well I suppose that I have to do it, no one's going to buy this house if they find the bathtub with fresh blood, when no one has lived here since your family, and by the way, your mom was looking for you miss. Harmon."
I sighed. I didn't know if my mind was playing tricks on me but it seemed like Tate was everywhere, he was always in my head, in my mind and in my heart. My mom was sitting on a rocking chair, she was so calmed with the baby on her arms, she still hadn't find the right name, and whenever I questioned her about it she implied that we had all the time in the world to find a name that suited on the baby the most. She looked at me as she had never looked me in all my living years, as if she cared about me more than she did for her problems.
"Are you happy, Vi?
"Mom, did dad told you to shrink me?"
"No, no, I just see you absent, gone, you are not the girl you used to be, and I know why that is, I know what heartbreak feels like, and I also know that we don't have much on our side, but you got to find a way, Violet, for your own sanity and sake. I don't wanna see you like this, so you go and make whatever you have to do."
Too late, I had lost all track of those things. I was so lost. I used to think that when I died I would go to heaven cause I had spent my life in hell. Silly me.
"But how did you do it, mom? How did you forgive dad for everything that he had done to you, to us, to our family?"
"Well, I got tired of holding all the bad things, and I threw them away, that easy, your father is a good man." – She smiled at me.
I stood up of the sofa and walked out of the room, I hold the door as my mom said one last sentence.
"He made all the wrong choices, Vi. And I don't want you to live bitter making one."
She was talking about Tate, the words got in my heart like tiny little needles, and I dropped a tear.
Whenever I felt sad, but truly sad, I pulled the staircase from the attic down and sat to play with Beau, he was just out of this world, he had never met any fear; he was so innocent and pure in such a particular way.
"Beau? I'm Violet, I'm here to play."
The red little ball rolled down to me from the opposite side that I was looking, but Beau was in front of my eyes now, so I turned around to see who had rolled the ball, and for a moment… yeah I thought it was him. But the truth is he never really showed up since I had told him to go away.
"I'm sad" - said the girl who was sitting on the floor, and she bursted into tears.
"I'm… Violet; I've never seen you around here."
I sat next to her.
"I like to keep a low profile, but then I found him, and I come here every day, he's so alone, I'm so alone, it's all so sad."
Her clothes resembled to a girl from the early 50's maybe the late 40's.
"I know, I like to play with Beau too – I rolled the ball to him – What's your name?"
"Elizabeth. You know it's a pitty how we live in this house yet we still feel so lonely. I have a friend, but I just can't talk to him at all because I'm sad."
"Yeah? What's his name?"
"Tate, we are friends, but I haven't seen him lately."
"I know him… Would you mind to talk to me about him?"
"Not at all" she said smiling.
TATE'S P.O.V
"Still in love, nirvana boy?"
I hated Hayden, it's like she had nothing better to do with her time but to throw herself to me. I just stared at her.
"Your girl's not coming back, you know?, and we are alone, come on, I bet you haven't had sex in ages."
"And what does exactly make you think that I would have sex with you?"
"Oh, sorry, you know I thought you'd be more interesting than that, now I know why she hasn't come back to you."
She laughed at me as she played with her long hair.
"Violet is hurt because of what I did to her family, because of all of the pain I've caused her. But I will wait for her. That's what you do when you truly love someone, sad you won't ever find it out by yourself."
Hayden looked harsh at me with her brown eyes. And she left the basement. Now I was alone. As always. Alone with my mind, thinking about Violet, about how much I missed her. Ten years after and I still felt the same way as the day I first saw her, I still remembered the first kiss and the last one too, when I attempted to murder that boy Gabe. I had tried it all, I talked to Ben a lot of times but he just wouldn't believe me, no one would. There it was no mercy for me. No second chances. I couldn't even look at Vivien, for the first time on a lot of years I felt something I hadn't felt yet, I felt remorse.
VIOLET'S P.O.V
I was staring at the ceiling while lying on bed. My left hand was placed under my pillow and I felt something, it was my Ipod. But I had listened to the same songs for about ten years over and over again, so many times I wondered what was out there. And the bird of my mind started flying, flying to the thought of Tate. I closed my eyes and I thought of his hair, his deep brown eyes, and his lips, I thought about how he touched me, how he kissed my neck and how he made me melt on my insides. I wanted him. My right hand went down tracing its way and just when it was about to go inside my tights I stopped. I sat. What was I even doing? It was not normal, it was not right to touch myself at the thought of someone who had raped my mother; it was all so fucking sick. And I was so tired of it. I went out looking for my dad. Looking out for some help. As I cleaned my tears I saw him walking on the hall, I ran and hugged him.
"What's going on, Violet?"
"I need help, dad, I'm losing it, I'm so lost."
He hugged me tighter and held me close to him. I felt safe. For once in a long time.
